My best friend. My worst enemy. I love them. I hate them.

There is no escape.

I can use them to express myself. Anything I want to say; everything I want to say. So cathartic. So helpful. So magical. They become the antidote, helping me suck the poison out of my veins, letting me breath anew.

Once they are out though, the toothpaste does not go back into the tube. Even if no one else reads them, I give full form to ideas that were only half-baked. Then, there is no forgetting.

There is no escape.

Sticks and Stones

One day, an important government man talks to the media. He accuses a certain well-known individual of being one of the biggest criminals in the country.

 And all hell breaks loose in a city already too troubled.

 Haven’t these people ever heard of ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me’?

Guess not.

What bugs me is the fact that the supporters of the accused saw fit to defend him by coming out on the streets and making the already-difficult situation in the city even more problematic. But of course, who cares if the residents of one entire province feel threatened? It is much more important to defend the ‘honour’ of a man sitting thousands of miles away safely. How dare anyone besmirch his good name!

In my opinion, burning tires at least don’t indicate that you’re an angel.

I also feel that everyone needs to exercise the utmost caution when saying something – anything – in public, be it a personal opinion or a general speech. And not just because of a fear of the ‘consequences’.

Yet, maybe, words were all he had, this important government man.

Needless to say, it didn’t work out very well for him. His party backtracked at top speed and had him issue a public apology. But it seems to have given the accused person’s political party good leverage to get back on terms with the government they had just kicked away.

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